All Wrong

Sydney We all stand there, in what seems to be shock. It could also be mute agreement. Nobody speaks but then, nobody has too either. What is there left to say at this point? The wind picks up and I smell the rain. My shoulders hunch and I inaudibly step forward when Grace grabs my elbow pulling me right back next to her. “We have to do something.” I scoff gesturing around us. “She’s right.” Brennan surprises me by speaking up. I feel the group exchanging looks but eventually they all agree. When nobody makes a move first I decide to get it over with. The smell is terrible, like copper and mildew and wet dirt. I hold back a gag and get to work. The pain is overridden but medication for earlier at the hospital. Now I’m just numb. Completely and utterly numb. I hear someone retch behind me but focus on the task at hand. None of us have the stomach for this but it’s necessary. The key to survival. When we’re finished we stand panting and nauseous, leaning against trees and spread out, seemingly disgusted by each other. “We never speak of this again.” Brennan says. “Obviously.” Henry scoffs. I try not to roll my eyes to hard in his direction. I look at Grace, beautiful and pristine Grace. Her hairs a mess and she’s sobbing uncontrollably facing away from the rest of us. Without a word I turn and walk away from them. Secrets don’t bind people, they tear them apart. We should start at the beginning and work our way here though. My name is Sydney Price and I am 17 years old. I have an erotic group of friends. Small but trustworthy. We all have our quirks but I like to think we even each other out. Grace Adams is my best friend since kindergarten. She’s popular and extremely rich, she’s got dark hair that reaches her bottom and brown eyes. Then there’s Brennan Scott tall dark and stupid hot. Bryce Wilder tall lanky and brooding. My ex. We run in the same circle but since this fall when he dumped me right before school we don’t speak. Gabriella Michaels bottle blonde big ass and small boobs. Henry’s cling on. And then you have Henry Adams, blonde hair that falls into his green eyes. He’s got an athletic build and is toned in all the right ways he is also Graces brother. He hangs out with us for the girls if you get what I’m saying. It’s a tight knit group but it works for us. Add in there friends and the group gets rather large. So when we all get invited to a party for the end o school we don’t ask questions. Even if it’s remote location and there’s no name on the invitations telling us who they’re from.